Just got back from spending the week at upper Hazel Creek with a Friend David Stevens and my brother Colby. Thought I would share a few pictures from our trip that I hope you enjoy.

Two Brothers working thier way upstream. This was Sunday morning before all the rains were suppose to move in so we were in a hurry to make it to campsite 82 before the rains started.

Ok, its starting to get uphill hiking and we are really feeling it, I think I can, I think I can. How much farther is it to #82?, Are we there yet!

Sunday afternoon and we made it to # 82, my Brother setting up his Hammock. Notice how close to the stream he is. I remember him telling me "This looks like a good Site".

Monday Morning after all the rain. You notice my brothers Hammock is not there anymore, We had to move it about 3:00 in the morning during all the rain. Only a brother

The fishing ended up being really great. Even with all the rains we were high enough that the waters cleared out quickly. Mostly fished upstream of the campsite but had one really good day fishing downstream from camp. We did not fish downstream of camp until our last day but the water was good and the fishing was great.

The fishing this day was best between Walker and Proctor. A long day fishing and hiking upstream.

All three days fishing we caught the Slam, Brook, Brown and Rainbows you cant beat that. With the high waters we mostly used nymphs and some double beads when the water was high.

Like most of our trips it will take a week or two at work to heal up all the cuts, bruises and sore muscles, its rough getting old and having this much fun.

Well, I'm Willy's little (but meaner) brother who was in the hammock during the torrential floods. I want to step back a little though in time. As we first arrived to the site Willy's pointed down there and he said that he though it would be a great place for "my" hammock. Now, I'll admit that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but I've been around my loving brother enough. I should have immediately questioned the wisdom of anything that he might suggest. So, we put it up and starting running around putting up the camp. As it got dark and we built a fire, I took a Benadryl and a couple PM Tylenol to help me sleep the night away. As I was about to pass out into the fire, I figured it might be safe to go to bed. As I walked over the my hammock, I looked down there. It looked darker and my sinister during the evening. I looked over at my brother and asked "Do you think there is any chance of the water getting up that high?" That evening he said "I've never seen water anywhere near it in 20 years. You'll be fine!" His story changed the next morning. Are you starting to catch a common theme here? In the haze of my mediation, I wasn't listening and crawled into my sweet comfy and cozy cocoon. I think I passed out before I had my head on my pillow. Later that night I figured it was raining in my tent but it was only my drool. I was surprised that I had woke up but the hammock was shaking a little. I got out my brand new high powered kickass LED flashlight. There was a little water down there, only a couple inched. I thought wow. Passed out. I barely remember waking the second time with the hammock moving back and forth a bit more. With my trust flashlight I saw that the water was about a foot or two high. A got a bit concerned but I remembered my loving brother saying it would all be OK before I passed out again. Next, I woke up to the hammock being thrashed about. I got my high power flashlight out and there was what seemed 6 to 50 feet of water ranging below me. I was no longer tired at all. I figured it would be OK but noticed that there was a log jam on all my stakes holding my hammock and my fly. I wondered what would happen, if the stakes to my fly got ripped out. I put on my books strapped my flashlight to my wrist and turned it on. Stepped into the water. The last thing that I saw was my flashlight band breaking, and my powerful waterproof light rapidly rolling down the stream. Within 1/2 I could no longer see a thing. The rest I will not tell as I shiver to even think about it. It was a nightmare only born out of a movie writers darkest dream. I do remember one thing of the rest of the evening. After crawling through the water, mud and darkness, I found my brother. I told him what happened. He said that I would be OK and then turned over to go back to sleep. I love my brother.